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itsavee4117 · 2 months
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Y’nno… looking back on Mario’s family, this guy definitely stands out for me
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Looking at him, I get MAJOR chaotic vibes from him.
So here’s a few headcanons!
Ahem...
Looking at that name tag, I'd say he's a manager of some sort of retail chain... and I'm dead certain it's a gas station. It may not pay well, but he runs that thing like the dang NAVY.
He totally rents old VCR's of horror movies... or just any movie, really. I can see him popping in one of those old cheesy slashers for the bros (as kids, mind you) and being all like, "This is what me 'n your dad watched when we were your age!" (Editing note here: What Vee MEANT to say was VHS. Vee is not the brightest bulb in the box)
I'd say his biggest dream is to own a motercycle... or he used to have one. However that love story ended probably involves either a blue raspberry slushy or a cigarette. Either way, his beautiful beast was totaled that night... her name was Francesca.
He 100% has a dating profile somewhere (Tinder, Grindr, maybe both, I dunno. All I know is, he has it.) He probably uses "I gotta date!" as an excuse when he doesn't want to do something... like helping Pio fix a broken sink. Spoiler alert: he's gone on many first dates, but it's that second one he still has yet to get.
Why do I get the vibe that he does not wear deodorant? Idk... looking at him, I can't imagine he uses it (or has heard of it for that matter).
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rehfan · 1 year
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New Ralph Penbury fic…. This is only chapter one. More to follow!
The Hat Shop Girl
Inexperienced!Ralph Penbury x Fem!Reader/AFAB!Reader
Summary: You were working as a clerk in a hat shop when Ralph Penbury walked into your life. Nothing was ever the same.
Tags: Under 18 - DO NOT READ PLEASE, Eventual smut, slow burn, class differences, fantasies, implied/references to drug use, sexual inexperience, first kiss, first French kiss, vaginal fingering, nipple play, PIV sex, blow jobs, cream pie.
Read the story on AO3 — LINK HERE
DO NOT REPOST MY STUFF TO ANY OTHER SITE PLEASE.
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CHAPTER ONE: THE BOY WITH THE SUNSHINE SMILE
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“Good grief! You don’t mean that she’s actually tricked me into purchasing my own hat?” the man’s brown eyes got bigger in his incredulity.
“I’m afraid so, sir,” you whispered quietly. “This hat is yours? Your name is on the band inside,” you showed him the inside of the boater that you were holding out to him, “‘R. Penbury’? That is you, isn’t it?”
“It is,” he blushed beautifully in his humiliation, his brilliant smile gone. You couldn’t help but feel for him. He wasn’t the brightest bulb, but he had shone just the same. When he had first entered the shop, he was all smiles, eagerness, and jolly good times. He had tried several different styles of hats, showing increasing enthusiasm for each one that was brought to him. He had been especially impressed with the styles and materials that you had designed, describing them as ‘wizard’, although you hadn’t mentioned that personal point to him. You had been flattered by his candid positive reactions.
Your boss, on the other hand, just wanted him to buy all the damn hats and be done with it. You were bringing out his twenty-third selection to him when she pulled you aside and said: “God, he’s insufferably stupid. More money than brains, that one.” She paused, an evil glint in her eye. “Do you know? I bet I can sell him his own hat back to him and he would never notice.” So she did; she wrapped his straw hat which he had discarded when trying on the new styles in a hat box and brought it out, flourishing it as though it were the perfect answer to sir’s troubled soul, the very thing that sir was looking for, and would sir care to try?
And sir did. And he said it was perfect. When he said to put it with everything else he was purchasing, your boss gave you an avaricious grin and wink as she smoothly carried it off to the growing stack of other selections he had made, expecting a little extra in the till at the end of the day from that trick.
But you couldn’t live with that. While she cooed over him again about one of the more expensive hats and would sir care for a handkerchief to match? You stole the hat back and timed it so that when Elvira went to the back to fetch another, you pulled him aside to share the bad news.
He was sweet, a true innocent, and there was a motherly side of you that leapt up to protect him from harm - including that of your own opportunistic boss, the owner of the haberdashery shop you were employed in. At least, the one you were still employed in. By preventing your boss from taking advantage of this poor man, you may not have a situation to report back to in the morning.
But Elvira, or Evil-virus, the nickname given to her in secret by you and the other clerks who worked under her iron fist, was living up to her nasty reputation and you weren’t going to take it any longer. “I should have applied for a job at Selfridges,” you muttered, more to yourself rather than the humiliated man beside you.
You heard him sniff and saw his terrified indecision. “Don’t worry. We’ll pretend that she’s gotten away with it. I’m the one who will tally everything up, sir. I won’t charge you for it. Promise. I won’t let her do this to you. Alright?”
He smiled through eyes that welled up. “I’ve been a ruddy fool, haven’t I?” he said, his voice shaky. “I expect you will all have a jolly laugh about it after I go.”
“I won’t be laughing, sir,” you said. You were angry. Angry that this terrible excuse of a human being would take advantage of a man made of starbursts and sunshine. “I’ll be looking for other employment, but I won’t be laughing.”
“D’you know what?” he said, donning his hat and setting it at a jaunty angle in the mirror, “I’m going to reward you for your kindness.” At that moment, Elvira came out of the back with the next hat in hand. Mr. Penbury straightened his spine and said to her: “Never mind, my good woman. I’ve changed my mind about your shop. Sell me my own hat, will you? Well, I’ll be certain to inform all in my considerable social circle not to bother with this place.”
Elvira’s face dropped and she stared daggers at you. You swallowed hard, expecting a vicious private word once the gentleman had gone, purchasing nothing. Elvira’s smile recovered seconds later but Mr. Penbury brooked no arguments, further machinations from the woman, and he certainly wasn’t about to allow her to abuse you - even with so much as a look - right in front of him.
“Now don’t bother blaming your clerk here,” he said, “She’s got moxie. Honesty is the best policy after all and I’ll be damned,” the word spoken with emphasis and care, as if the man never swore in his life unless he truly meant it, “if you think for one minute I’m going to leave her here to be reprimanded for doing the right thing.”
Turning to you, he said, “Retrieve your belongings, my dear. You’re coming with me. Let us leave this horrid woman to her horrid ways in her horrid little shop.”
You blinked at him in amazement, jaw dropped, wondering if this was a dream, or a trick, or a hallucination. His smile and encouraging nod to you reinforced his statement; he had meant what he had said. You went to the back, gathering your coat, hat, and handbag and, with a last look around the place, you left. You were going to be sacked either way, so you may as well go off with a man who could at least prevent you from having a strip taken off of you by your boss.
Out on the pavement, he turned to you with another burst of smiling energy. “I heard you mention Selfridges and I happen to know the chap who’s one of the floor managers. What luck, eh? He’s set to join us at a party at our country estate tomorrow. Would you care to go? I could make the introductions and you could have some champagne and we’ll all celebrate your new position!”
You were utterly gobsmacked. “Sir? Are you joking?” You had to ask because not only was he too good to be true with his tailored suit, bright face and gorgeous brown eyes, this was too similar to dreams that you had had about being swept away by a handsome, wealthy man who could make all your dreams come true. Not that you were a gold digger. No, not you. But you had been an adult in the world long enough to know that money may not buy happiness, but it could purchase a close cousin or two.
“Why, no.” He looked a little offended.
You quickly added: “I only ask, sir, because I’ve never met anyone quite like you. You don’t seem real, really.”
“I don’t?”
His eyes were killing you. He didn’t see himself as others did, that much was obvious. “No,” you laughed, “you’re like a dream. Like you’re some knight come to rescue me and I’m secretly some queen or sommat.”
His grin spread ear to ear. He held his arm out to you. “Then let me guide you to my motor and on to my castle, your majesty. I plan on treating you like a queen for the favor you’ve done for me today.” His arm was warm and strong and it seemed more and more as if he was that knight from your fantasies.
He strolled with you on his arm openly down the street, the two of you creating such an odd pair: a dapper man-about-town with a woman who was obviously a shopgirl on her day off. But he didn’t seem to notice. He kept giving you proud glances as you walked along until suddenly, stopping next to a rather impressive Rolls Royce, he announced: “And here we are! Your chariot, my queen.” A liveried driver came out from the front of the vehicle and opened the rear door for both of you.
Your head swam. This had to be a dream. You tried to relax into the soft buttery leather seat, Mr. Penbury next to you, his straw hat on his knee as he regaled you with the plans for the party on the weekend as the vehicle smoothly pulled away from the kerb. It was no use. All you could think was that you really shouldn’t be there. You weren’t of his class and it showed. Lord only knew what the chauffeur thought of you. Probably thinks I’m some chippy, you thought. Mr. Penbury, on the other hand, didn’t seem to mind one bit.
As Mr. Penbury spoke, you realized that he really just floated along in life without any concern or stress at all. He didn’t have to worry where his next meal was coming from. He didn’t have to worry about the worn appearance of his clothing and whether anyone else would spot it. He never had to make do with the bread and butter in the larder because his pay packet wouldn’t arrive for another two days. You, on the other hand, well… your bills were always paid, but you were living close to skint; Mr. Penbury had never had the experience. The gulf between the two of you widened that much farther.
Yet for all his wealth and privilege, he didn’t seem selfish at all, which is a realization that gave you pause. All the wealthy folks you had met in your life - including the Hollingsworths that your parents had worked for - they had always been too busy with themselves to worry about any other human being. They sat in high judgment of people like you and people who were poorer than you. To them, you were nothing more than ‘the help’, there to make their lives easier without a thought to how much more difficult they were making your life. There was no self-awareness on their part. There was nothing but the next thing that would keep them amused, comfortable, and insulated against the cruelties they were happy to inflict on others.
Mr. Penbury wasn’t anything like that - or so he seemed. Sure, he was ignorant of the day-to-day details of your life including the insecurity of shelter and food that you fought off on a daily basis, but he seemed aware that poorer people existed and - miracle of miracles - actually seemed to acknowledge that you yourself were actually a person.
He was interested in music - specifically jazz - which you also loved and his eyes lit up even more when you told him about an American cousin you had that would send you phonograph records from artists you couldn’t find in England.
“Oh you must bring your collection to the party!” He instantly gave his driver a command to take them to your place. You supplied your address and off you both went, Mr. Penbury simply beaming at you. “You really are the mutt’s nuts, aren’t you?”
He clapped a hand over his mouth. “Oh! Was that rude?” He laughed freely. “I’m sorry. I just get so excited.”
“I can see that,” you said, smiling. “I’ll be glad to bring my meager collection.”
“And a change of clothes! Bring your party dresses. And your dancing shoes!” he said. You shook your head at him, unable to tell him that you didn’t really own party dresses (plural) nor did you own dancing shoes. You did, however, own one dress you were quite proud of and you set your mind to bring that one. You only hoped it would be nice enough to get a new job, but not too prudish not to have fun in. Mr. Penbury would probably fancy it if you showed up in sackcloth and sandals on your feet. Lord knows what the manager at Selfridges would fancy.
It didn’t take you long to arrive at your home, a seven storey structure in a more modest part of Spitalfields. It struck you what Mr. Penbury had just said. “Wait,” you said when the car stopped. “What did you mean by ‘bring a change of clothes’, sir?”
“Oh,” he stammered, blushing suddenly, “I only meant- I mean- If you weren’t going to be working at that horrid shop anymore…. Why don’t you just spend the weekend? Or the week? You don’t have to start at Selfridges straight away, do you? You could just… have a bit of fun first?”
Fun. You haven’t had any of that in years. You’d almost forgotten what it was like. And you didn’t have a position to return to anymore, did you? You had paid all your bills for the week so, why not? Why not go and have some fun with this ball of absolute joy? He was looking at you expectantly, seemingly ashamed of his forwardness. It was your turn to smile at him.
“That sounds wizard,” you said. His excitement warmed your heart and you went in to gather your things for a weekend you weren’t sure you were going to remember, but one you knew you would never forget.
CHAPTER TWO: The Whirlwind Twins LINK HERE
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lumisblabbingagain · 8 months
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to the person who told me I did not have my ask box open: thank you. I am not the brightest bulb in the pack.
anyways, the askbox is open and ready for requests to be received! you may use anon if you want to.
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mstacobelle · 2 months
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Monday things
Today is the last day of my long weekend and I’m so glad I took it. I accomplished everything I needed to accomplish and that feels good. I was able to get some sleep. I feel rested and relaxed.
I’m working on a craft project. I’ll post pics when it’s done. I have two of those cheap late 90s college frames that are filled with turn of the century through the 50s black and white photos. One from my mom’s childhood and one from my dad’s. I decided to deconstruct them and cover the cheap collage insert with vintage junk journaling ephemera. I have most of one done and its cute. I may or may not paint the frame with black chalk paint.
I’m not going to deep dive into politics here ever again. Once the frenzy of the presidential race really starts, I’ll probably be here less and less. I find my joy by avoiding most of it completely now. I have no tolerance for the absolutes and hate that spews from both sides these days. My mental health only has so much bandwidth. That being said, I’m keeping an eye on the Republican primary race. I think Nikki Haley is the Biden the Republican Party. Low key, not the brightest bulb in the box and likely to do no harm. Not that Republicans will vote for her but.. Just my perspective while dreaming of a moderate candidate who both parties can unite behind which will never exist.
Is anyone else allergic to hot water, I apparently am? I get what’s called a hot water rash if I let my water temp get too hot. I thought I was having a food allergy the other day at first. I think I might have a very mild sensitivity to Monk Fruit. I tried the powdered sweetener and thought it made me itchy. The other day I bought Fairlife protein shakes and after drinking one, noticed it was sweetened with Monk Fruit. After my hot shower(hotter than normal because I was cold) I had a rash along my neck and collar bone. I blamed Monk Fruit. After some research I discovered the hot water thing. Today I tried another protein shake and I’m waiting to see what happens. No rash so far. I do think it makes me vaguely itchy. The thing with that is though… thinking about being itchy kind of manifests itchy.
There are two types of cat owners. The first worships their cats and the precious angels can do no harm. Their bad totally normal cat behavior is considered adorable and encouraged. Then there are those of us who know we live with evil. Adorable evil, yet evil nonetheless. We wage war with our demon spawn in a battle of will we know we cannot win yet refuse to surrender. In my daily game of demon spawn chess, I have moved the $200 cat tree in front of a window I know she’d like to look out in an attempt to get her to use the thing. I remain hopeful.
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pokemoncaretips · 1 year
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( @smol-smoliv )
Hi there! I recently took in a Ditto who followed me home (after I gave it some of my sandwich, in true Paldean fashion). They’re a sweetie, and I’m definitely doing my research, but I’ve never worked with any Pokémon quite like this funny little blob. Do you have any advice?
Sorry for the delay, my inbox is getting quite full and we're in full hatching season over here, so I've been busy.
General notes: The ditto is a famous pokemon, not just for its malleable genetic structure but also the vital role it's played in pokemon conservation. Though prone to being exploited by shady breeders, in caring hands it's been the living breathing heart of captive breeding programs around the globe, saving endangered pokemon from extinction.
General care: The ditto is shockingly easy to care for. It's an omnivore, and eats by engulfing its food like an amoeba. It has a broad range to temperatures it can tolerate and spends much of it's time at rest.
Their skin is very slightly tacky, and has a tendency to pick up dust and debris as it wanders about. Wiping it down with a clean damp cloth is sufficient to deal with this.
You'll need a pretty high tolerance for the uncanny valley, as although the genetic code is perfect, there's always something a little...off about a dittos transformation. Pokemon can't seem to spot it, but humans do, and even an experienced and talented ditto can give a human a mild case of the creeps. This is exacerbated if the ditto hasn't encountered any new pokemon recently, as. Well. Ditto aren't the brightest bulb in the box, and quickly start to forget what the form looked like. It is not uncommon to see a ditto wandering the house shifting randomly between forms, a bizarre and uncanny mix of legs and wings and fur and feathers.
There is a good reason dittophobia is the second most common phobia after arachnophobia.
And yet, despite their creepy appearance, the ditto is the definition of "no thoughts, head empty", a friendly blob of shifting goo that, while not the cuddliest, seems to enjoy being around people.
Ditto sleep in the form of a large rock, and have a bad habit of sleeping wherever they feel tired. Like doorways. Watch your feet unless you want to trip over it.
We do need to address the phanphy in the room. Ditto can breed with everything, but that's no less taxing than it would be for any other pokemon. Laying eggs takes energy. If you plan on using ditto for breeding you'll need to take into account extra food, as well as block out chunks of time where they do no breeding at all to rest. They are not egg factories. They may have blank little faces and approximately one brain cell but they are living creatures and feel pain, exhaustion, hunger and discomfort. I wouldn't recommend more than one clutch of eggs per season.
Ditto have no parental instincts, and in the wild would leave their eggs in other pokemons nests for them to raise. Keep a close eye on them and rescue any eggs they lay before they get cold or broken. Care rating: Green
Training: Though they can use their transformations to fight, ditto really aren't made for it, and given that they aren't too bright, can be out maneuvered well enough. They're happy to roll about the house and melt in sunbeams. You can use a ditto to fight, but it can be frustrating. They're better as house pokemon.
As house pets, they do learn commands and rules, but it can take time for them to sink in. Once it does, though, they stick. Which can make adopting a rescue ditto a bit difficult, as it will need to relearn the new households rhythm's. Training rating: Green.
Safety: Though ditto can badly frighten people, there have been zero recorded reports of a ditto causing physical harm besides being a tripping hazard. They have no natural teeth, claws or acid. Many children with dittos will use them like silly putty and rub them on comic strips to transfer the ink. This is harmless for both parties. It's a mellow little guy. Safety rating: Green
Overall ranking. A quiet little pokemon with no threats behind it, though it's best kept by people with a good tolerance for mild body horror.
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bichachonacho · 1 year
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““It was most enjoyable. Although I spent half the time in her bed” Aemond hopes that hearing of his shared intimacy with Alys evokes envy from you. He wants you to burn for him, desire him and grow jealous at the thought of someone else bedding him.” Ya know I may not be the brightest bulb in the box but making her jealous ain’t gonna bring her back 😭.
Also I can’t wait for not only Alicent but Rhaenrya and Daemon to also find out about Aemond infidelity,especially Daemon cause he don’t fuck around when it’s comes to his kids.
I still want the reader to at least meet Alys and call her “Lady strong” 😭. Especially since Alys doesn’t like the reader and literally threatened her despite the reader saying that Aemond can go ahead and be with her 💀.
Also Aemond you better not hurt our boy Brandon, not only for the sake of the reader but for your own safety the north don’t fuck around the saying is “The north remembers”.
I can’t wait to see more Brandon and the reader. Also Aegon’s shenanigans and him watching everything unfold with a cup of wine in hand 😭.
(I feel like this picture represents the reader rn)
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The reader @ Aemond
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OMG YESSS!! her using the Strong card against Alys would be the best esp if they're lowkey rivals because of Aemond. But yeah we're definitely getting a cross over between the two in the next chapter. Love the pics HAHAHAHA.
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A couple of my OCs who won't be appearing until a fair bit later in Hearing Problems won't get out of my goddamn head, so I gotta do a thing, please forgive me.
Here's a rough outline of their character profiles without giving away too many plot points.
These are my boys. Know them both like the back of my hand, have been dealing with them for literal decades.
So here we have the captain and first mate of the Hurricane pirates, Lyon D. Rollo and Janx.
Their general dynamic in a nutshell, pulled from an old fic:
Janx shot a glare at his captain, and then elbowed him into an innocent bystander. Lyon turned to apologize, but instead decided, as Janx had at that moment, that it would be a better idea to run, as it was actually a Marine that Lyon had just been elbowed into. Behind him he heard the man yelling, "Vice-Admiral! Lyon just ran off down the street!"
They took a detour down a back road and slowed down a little.
"Well, I guess we won't be skipping off into the sunset anytime soon, will we?" Janx said bitterly.
"Skipping? Definitely not. Running wildly toward it with a hundred or so heavily armed Marines chasing us? Very possibly."
That's them. That's my idiots.
Lyon first.
Age: (during Hearing Problems) Late 30s to early 40s. Hard to say since he honestly won't give a definitive answer, been lying about how old he was since he joined Roger's crew as a cabin boy/apprentice and hasn't really been able to get it straight since. Around the same age as Shanks and Buggy, give or take a year or two.
Appearance:
face claim is Josh Upshaw, edited for eye color; younger face claim is Berthold Rothas, hair and eyes edited, age late teens to early twenties
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Wild dark blonde hair that he keeps around shoulder length or longer, may be tied back in a loose ponytail. Honey brown eyes, short dark facial hair. Around 5'11" height, broad shoulders, lean build.
Black tricorne hat (replacement for the tricorne he gave his daughter twenty years ago), loose button shirts or t-shirts, loose comfortable pants, cloth belts, long black or dark blue overcoat. Silver oval locket he keeps tucked into his collar, with pictures of his late wife and daughter enclosed in it.
Primary weapon is a curved cutlass. Also often carries an old classical acoustic guitar; can't actually play the thing, it's just a reminder of home.
Personality: Oh the poor sweet dumbass. He's not exactly stupid; he's actually quite well-spoken and well-read, but he has all the common sense of a thumb tack. Was gullible to a fault in his younger years, and while age has eased that off a bit it hasn't done away with the issue entirely. Strongly prefers negotiation over physical altercation, but doesn't shy away from a fight at all if it becomes a necessity. Absolutely will deck anyone for shit-talking his mother. Hates Marines with a burning passion. Bit brooding at times, but mostly fun-loving. Strong sense of ambition—no interest in becoming King of the Pirates since that honestly just sounds like too much responsibility, but he's quite intent on racking up the highest bounty in known history.
Powers/abilities/talents:
Blades: If it has a sharp edge, Lyon can wield it fairly well, but he has a strong preference for one-handed swords, in particular sabres and cutlasses. He can easily go toe-to-toe with Shanks in a swordfight.
Devil Fruit: Kaze Kaze no Mi (Logia type: Wind). When Lyon initially left home at twelve, he really had no navigational skills whatsoever, and following the Log Posse he had stolen led him to an uninhabited island full of nothing but trees and beasts. Bordering on starvation while he waited for the log posse to set, he happened across a tree full of fruit. Being twelve years old and honestly not the brightest bulb in the box, he noticed one particular fruit that stood out due to its bright colors and shape, and he decided he wanted that one. Tasted disgusting, but he had climbed a damned tree to get it and he was hungry, so he dealt with it begrudgingly. Once he was back out on the sea, he realized by total accident that he could now control the wind (wind wasn't blowing and sloop was crawling along, he got impatient about it and started literally shouting at the wind to just blow already and it listened). Had no knowledge of devil fruits at the time and didn't really know what was going on until he joined Roger's crew and found out devil fruits were a thing and he had eaten one. Roger found this hilarious of course, though Lyon's abilities did cause them a bit of trouble; they were difficult to control, and if he wasn't careful he could end up altering wind and ocean currents and causing a literal hurricane.
Haki: Very adept with Armament Haki (Busoshoku), fairly adept with Conquerer's Haki (Haoshoku). Observation Haki (Kenbunshoku) not so much.
Music: Try though he may he has never managed to learn to play any instrument, which annoys him to absolutely no end because his mother was talented with several; but he has quite a lovely singing voice, and has penned a good few shanties in his time on the sea.
Affiliations/Relationships:
Helena Lionne (OC): His mother, who raised him more or less on her own. He was unaware she had been a pirate until he was around ten years old, when one of her old crewmates got a little too drunk and spilled the beans. She didn't want him to follow in her footsteps, but he ended up doing so anyway, stealing a sloop and a log posse from their island when he was twelve years old and setting out on his own. He's fiercely proud to call himself her son and took a variation of her surname rather than his father's.
Monkey D. Garp: The initial source of his hatred for Marines. Absolutely not his father and if anyone suggests it he WILL fight.
Monkey D. Dragon: Much older brother (more than ten years older), weren't close in their youth but have recently reconnected due to mutual interests.
Janx (OC): First mate, best frienemies, pretty much brothers. Janx probably never would have become a pirate if it hadn't been for Lyon. They bicker like an old married couple, but they also balance each other and they'd both lay their lives on the line for each other.
Sedna Lyon, nee. Beckman: The love of his life, his original first mate, briefly his wife, who died tragically amid a firefight with the Marines barely an hour after their daughter was born. They barely had two years together, but he still firmly believes they were soulmates, and he's never truly loved any other woman since he lost her.
Karimi Lionne (OC): His daughter and only child, who he hasn't seen in twenty years; left her in the care of his mother after she accidentally ate a devil fruit aboard his ship when she was three years old. Believes her to have died in the massacre that killed his mother and destroyed the village where he grew up.
Red Haired Shanks: Best friends in their youth, Shanks was essentially responsible for recruiting Lyon into Roger's crew. Hard to say which of them is actually older due to Lyon's tendency to lie about his age, but Shanks is definitely the older brother figure here since Lyon was such a gullible little shit. They set out together after Roger's execution, as allies rather than actual crewmates since they both intended to be captains, and parted ways as friends once they had both gathered enough crew to handle a ship.
Benn Beckman: First mate of the Red-Hair pirates, and also technically his brother-in-law. Benn still blames Lyon for the death of his younger sister and essentially hates his guts. Refers to him almost exclusively as Lyon D. Dipshit.
Buggy: Once a good friend aboard Roger's crew, but Lyon hasn't heard from him since they went their separate ways after Roger's execution. Buggy used to prank Lyon relentlessly when Lyon was younger and more gullible, but it was all in good fun. Mostly.
Hurricane pirates: Captain thereof, though presently disbanded for personal reasons.
Red-Hair pirates: Strong ally, though they haven't heard from him in nearly a decade
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Aaaand now Janx (who I may or may not have named after the strongest liquor in the galaxy, a la Old Janx Spirit from Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy)
Age: 42
Appearance: (face claim, after literal years of not being sure, is Bruce Campbell c. ARMY OF DARKNESS, except bright blue hair. Voice claim as well. Basically just picture Ash with blue hair and that's our boy. Young face claim is Trent Ford for late teens-early twenties.)
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Bright blue hair, slicked back from forehead and temples, not quite shoulder length. Big bright blue eyes that he has no problem using to get himself out of trouble. Clean shaved. Square jaw, square shoulders, trim build, about 6'3" height. Rarely seen without a shit-eating grin.
Tank top with black and white horizontal stripes, loose black pants with several pockets and belt loops to attach belts and guns.
The trope of characters being patted down and innumerable weapons being removed from their person is Janx in a nutshell. He never has less than six guns on him (two revolvers, two flintlock pistols, a rifle across his back, a sawed-off double barrel shotgun at his hip, probably a few knives in strategic locations, and a pair of brass knuckles for particularly sticky situations). Also has an altered gun holster at his belt where he carries a corked bottle of either liquor or some other flammable liquid, for use in making a quick molotov cocktail for distraction.
Personality: My beloved idiot, I haven't written him in literal years but he still lives rent free in my head twenty-four-seven. He's not very well read, and every other word out of his mouth is probably a profanity, but he's got enough street smarts and common sense to make up for it. There's no filter between his brain and his mouth. None, at all. I'd say he's a womanizer but that wouldn't be totally accurate, he's pan af. Basically if it can be fucked and is willing then he's going for it. There is absolutely no question that he has ADHD, with severe executive dysfunction. Everything is a chore, just let him vibe. Gives not one single iota of a fuck what anyone thinks of him. Eternally the life of the party. Cannot say no to a bet or a dare. Will start a bar brawl, throw a punch or two, and then quietly back out of it just to revel in the chaos he has created. Fiercely protective of his comrades and chosen family, especially his captain, and would lay his life on the line for any of them.
Abilities/Talents:
Firearms: Whether it's building them, maintenance, or shooting, he's your man. His father was proficient in carpentry and gunsmithing, and Janx took to the latter far more than the former. He could disassemble and rebuild any firearm put in front of him by the time he was eight years old. And shooting? You could throw a pebble in the air and he could shoot it down without batting an eye. Quick reload time even with flintlock weapons. If it uses gunpowder, he knows everything about it—and if he doesn't, give him five minutes and he'll be all but a certified expert.
Charisma/conning: He could sell ice to an Eskimo. He could convince you that he owns an entire island. He spent the better part of his formative years scamming people to make ends meet and he's turned it into an art form. If he had never become a pirate, he still would have been a successful conman.
Gunsmithing and carpentry: He had a fair knowledge of both from apprenticing under his father, but definitely more knowledge when it comes to gunsmithing. He can handle minor repairs around the ship, but not anything major. But when It comes to guns, he's the one to ask.
Chaos: If havoc need be wreaked, he's got it. He has a serious talent for it, is pretty much the embodiment of chaos. He absolutely revels in it, and if a distraction is needed, he has it handled.
Haki: Armament haki (Busoshoku), and even more adept with it than his captain; and fairly adept with Observation haki (Kenbunshoku), which goes hand in hand with his talents for both charisma and chaos.
Relationships/affiliations:
Lyon D. Rollo (OC): That's his captain, but that's also his lil bro. You fuck with him, you fuck with Janx, and you do not want to f with Janx.
Karimi Lionne (OC): That's his babygirl, basically his niece, see above for further instruction. If he considers someone family, you do NOT f with them. Would protect that child with his life, even if she does irritate the everloving hell out of him. Like Lyon, he is under the impression she lost her life along with her grandmother ten years ago, amid the massacre of Conch Cove.
Helena Lionne (OC): MILF. Does not care at all if it makes his captain uncomfortable, if he can bag The Siren then that's fucking bragging rights. Only actually met her once, when they made it to her island to take Karimi there, and he literally bowed down and pledged his undying loyalty on the spot. Helena did not help the situation by flirting right back, and Janx has spent the past two decades occasionally referring to his captain as "son" to get under his skin.
Monkey D. Garp: Government trash, no other opinions.
Monkey D. Dragon: Pretty cool dude, if a little intense.
Red-Haired Shanks: Also his bro, these two are not allowed to drink together unsupervised under any circumstances. Last time they did was over twenty years ago, around the time Janx joined up with Lyon, and it ended up resulting in Janx's first ever bounty because they decided it would be fun to incite a brawl in a primarily Marine tavern.
Benn Beckman: Considers Janx an absolute menace to society and is probably not wrong.
Buggy: Literally his younger brother, by blood. They haven't seen each other since Buggy was nine years old and Janx was thirteen or fourteen; they didn't part ways well. Janx still hated pirates at the time. Their father was killed by pirates, along with the majority of their hometown. They avoided death because Janx, at eight years old, convinced said pirates that they were children of a noble and worth taking for ransom. When said pirates learned otherwise, they were sold to a noble as servants, who treated them as less than human and had a tendency to punish them violently for insubordination. Janx ended up murdering the man at ten years old when one of said punishments nearly killed his younger brother, by smothering him in his sleep with a pillow, and then incited a riot among the other servants at the estate that allowed himself and Buggy to escape on a stolen brig without any notice and get as far away as possible. Janx remained fiercely opposed to pirates, used his skills in carpentry and conning to make ends meet for the two of them; but Buggy, having been much younger and not having any vivid memories of their father or their home, ended up being enticed into joining Roger's crew as a cabin boy/apprentice at around nine years old. Begged Janx to come with him but he refused, and the resulting argument between the brothers ended with them essentially disowning each other. Janx still regrets it almost three decades later, and still keeps an ear out for any news of his younger brother; he doubts there's any chance of making ammends at this point, but he would still to this day give his life to keep him safe.
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lou-struck · 2 years
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Teacups
Mammon x reader
~ after insulting one of your favorite rides, Mammon needs to be taught a lesson.
Warnings: vomiting
This is yet another part of my 300 followers event which you could find HERE.
Here is the request that I received for this prompt, If you liked this feel free to make a request of your own.
"Can I add in Mammon and MC on the teacup ride? I have this image in my head where Mammon thinks it’ll be nice and easy since it’s not a thrill ride, but SOMEHOW MC achieved the strength of the gods."
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After doing a huge favor for Lord Diavolo, you and Mammon received a trip to a certain mouse-themed amusement park on a trip to the human world. 
As soon as you walked down Mainstreet his eyes lit up with all the things to do, eat, and buy. Maybe this wasn't the best place for the avatar of greed. Not wanting to bankrupt the prince of hell, You make it your mission to keep you two under a certain budget.
The best way to do that is to put the demon on as many rides as possible. The excitement of the attractions may distract him enough to keep him away from the shops. 
“MC, this is so excitin,” the demon says looking at the complimentary park map that was given to him at the entrance. Walking through the castle and into the land of fantasy you hear the music of the mad tea party Pulling you forward.
In the distance, you spot one of your favorite attractions, the Teacups.
“ Mammon, we should go on this one, it’s my favorite.” You say with A a doe-eyed look the demon has yet to resist.
“Are ya sure you want to go on that one? It looks like a kiddy ride.” He says looking unimpressed at the seemingly slow-moving teacups filled to the brim with giggling children.
“Yes! Mammon I love this one, and the wait time is super short” you plead.
“Fine but only cuz it’s ur favorite.” he relents holding his hands up in surrender.
With a smile, you take his hand and drag him into the line. The queue is going by quickly, and it looks like you are about to board the next flight. But the description of ‘kiddy ride’ rings in your ears.
“I’ll show you a kiddy ride,” you mumble under your breath.
“What was that MC, did ya say somethin?” Mammon asks looking at you with his yellow blue eyes. 
“Nothing Mammon,” you say cheerfully, “Just thinking about how awesome you are.”
“I am pretty awesome,” he beams successfully sidetracked.
“You sure are,” you say with a tight grin. “Let's get to the ride," you say leading him to a gold-crusted teacup fitting of the Avatar of greed.
As he slides into the cup you reach into your purse and pull out an enchanted ring you borrowed from Solomon, while wearing it your strength is increased tenfold. If Mammon wants a thrill ride you’ll give him a thrill ride.
With an evil little giggle, you place your hand on the mechanism that you use to spin the cup on its saucer. 
“Do I need t’pull that too?”  Mammon asks looking at the mechanism.
“No, it’s okay, I got it.” you smile sweetly “I want to show you how strong I am. Just relax and enjoy the ride.”
Mammon may not be the brightest bulb in the box as he nods and leans back against the seat, arms reaching behind his head. Not picking up on the sinister tone in your voice.
With Mammon unaware of your true intentions the cheerful music begins and the saucers being to rotate and your teacup begins to turn.
Unintentionally adding fuel to your fire, Mammon has the audacity to let out a sarcastic little yawn. any ounce of mercy or restraint flies out of your teacup as you grip the sides of the mechanism.
“You better hold on Mammon,” you deadpan as you give the mechanism an experimental turn. With the added strength the ring gives you do you speed up to three times your normal speed. His eyes shoot wide-open and he struggles to grip the handlebars so he doesn’t lose his balance.
“W-what’s goin on?” He sputters out as you give him a truly evil grin.
“ I told you to hang on. So you better hang on.” You say giving another twist to the mechanism.
The gleeful cheers from around you are drowned out by Mammon’s scream of terror as you continue to twist and twist and twist the ride till a tiny bit of smoke comes from the mechanism.
The fun thing about the Teacup ride is that even if you’re going fast, onlookers are unaware of just how fast you were going from inside your cup. To the observing public and to those in line Mammon looks like a chicken while the vortex you are creating with your spin brings tears to his eyes.
after the ninty glorious seconds of tormenting the demon, the ride slows to a stop and you remove your hands from the wheel. 
Feeling dizzy Mammon shakily stands to his feet and stumbles to the nearest trashcan where he empties the contents of his stomach inside of it. Feeling guilty for maybe going a bit too far with your revenge you gently rub his back and offer him a sip from the water bottle in your bag.
Once he has caught his breath he looks up at you with big eyes, “that wasn't a kiddy ride.” he says taking a sip from the water.
“I may have gone a bit too far Mammon, I’m sorry,” you say apologetically.
“Ur strong for a human,” he says looking back at the cheerful deathtrap he just exited. “Can we go on again?”
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doctorbrown · 6 months
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DOCTOBER '23 ⸺ 「 6 / 31 * TICKING TIME BOMB 」
October 26, 1985A
Emmett grips the table so hard to prevent himself from shaking that he half-wonders if the old, forgotten thing will break apart at the touch. This could all be a dream; some horrible nightmare brought on as a result of unexpected side-effects of time travel that Marty hadn't had the chance to tell him about yet.
He might question his own subconscious for dreaming up such a reality, but it would be better than swallowing the bitter pill being shoved down his bone-dry throat.
The newspaper print is cold, damning—crackpot inventor declared legally insane—and despite the way reading about his alternate self's fate makes it feel like the walls are closing in around him, he forces himself to remain calm and read the entire article until the end, digesting and committing every word to memory.
May 23, 1983.
Authorities were sent to the home-turned-laboratory of Doctor Emmett Brown amidst reports of violent explosions for the fifth time since late April. Despite repeated warnings from police officials, the self-proclaimed scientist—
—connections to suspected terrorist group responsible for—
—the state has officially declared Emmett Brown a danger to both himself and society on the morning of May 22, 1983. He will be remanded to Hill Valley County Asylum where he will be able to receive the treatment he needs—
❝Damn it, Tannen, you—❞ he starts, earning a whine from Einstein that brings him back to himself. Biff Tannen may not have been the brightest bulb in the box, but he was cunning and dangerous. Emmett roughly drags his fingers through his messy hair and looks toward his partner who has now come to sit at his feet, looking as concerned for his master as a canine possibly can.
Time may have been the cause of all this, but Emmett has no concept of it inside these damp, ruined walls. Minutes felt like hours as he flipped through newspaper after newspaper over the years, all the way back to the fifties, searching for the precise point where his memories and the history here began to match.
There was no silver lining anywhere in these articles, no glimmer of hope, no point of familiarity until the early fifties to give him a reference point for when things could have gone so horribly wrong. That gave him a general timeframe, but nothing more concrete, and he needed specifics. The precise date and time. Emmett swears again.
I should have been more careful with the time vehicle. I should have expected something like this could happen.
Future foresight, manipulation, BiffCo, unchecked power, the murder of George McFly, the construction of that garish Pleasure Paradise, the union of widow Lorraine Baines-McFly and Biff Tannen, the acquisition of Lone Pine Mall by BiffCo, crime at an all-time high, various escalating attacks on properties owned by BiffCo, Hill Valley left to rot and decay in its own toxic waste...
Urgency is a cold hand wrapped around his throat, tightening by the minute, and Emmett can't help but wonder if this is how Marty felt back in 1955, staring down the barrel of non-existence.
They, as time-travellers, will not be protected by the bubble for long. Emmett hasn't yet had the chance to figure out the precise calculations behind all this for a more definitive answer to how long before the bubble bursts and the universe course-corrects to protect itself and that left too many unknown variables for his liking.
Marty interfered in his parents' first meeting and nearly faded out of existence a week later.
Biff corrupted an entire timeline; twisted and perverted it all in the name of avarice. It was possible that the greater the scale of deviation from the original timeline, the faster the universe would work to correct and preserve itself, leaving them with considerably less time. Two days, perhaps. A couple hours at most.
Panic rises in his chest, threatening to pull him under, but Emmett fights against it. Panic would serve him nothing now; it would make him sloppy, careless. They couldn't afford any mistakes.
There was no time to delay. No second chances.
Everything is at stake. Not just mine and Marty's lives, but everything that was if we can't fix it. We'll be stuck here, Marty and I, where he'll have to call that madman his father and I'll—
Emmett slams the book of newspaper archives shut, tucks it under his arm, and races back for the DeLorean, Einstein at his side. A plan is already taking shape in his mind; it will be dangerous, and though he's loathe to ask such a thing of Marty now, he has no choice. They have no choice.
❝If my hunch is correct, I know exactly where we can find Marty, Einie.❞ Emmett lets out a shaky breath as his fingers curl around the steering wheel, the last he'll allow himself in the confidence of his furry friend. ❝Don't worry; before you know it, everything will be as it should be. And this will all be some—some horrible nightmare, nothing more!❞
Time is not a luxury either of them have anymore.
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askaceattorney · 10 months
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Dear Anonymous,
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I have standards, you know. I don’t date women already taken or are too close to my best friends.
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I mean, sure I may not be the brightest bulb in the box, flirt with a lot of women and want to do that book, but that’s just because I want to make my buddy’s little sister smile. She always seems like she’s in a bad mood. I also like to keep my buddies with me. 
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It gets very lonely when they’re not around, have their own work and I don’t have anyone with me except me, myself, my paintbrush and... I need a girlfriend!
- Larry Butz
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owlsandwich · 7 months
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hey this is chance and here’s week 4’s prompt. how do strangers within the world view your protagonists? how would they describe them? and how does this contrast against how the protagonist views themself?
Thank you for the ask! I've been away on holiday so excited to get back to posting and answering :)
I have quite a few characters, so will try not to ramble on too long! The Mechanics of Magic has five point of view characters, so if I take each one in turn:
Alex has just turned 18 and I think strangers would view him as a typical teenager, though the mages among them would be able to feel the high level of magic he gives off, and that might give them some pause considering he doesn't appear hugely wealthy or upper class. It's not massively unusual though in Ardveld, so no-one has looked too closely into it (to his father's relief)! Alex is a very hard worker and incredibly kind and trusting to the point of naivety, but he does struggle with feelings of not being good enough.
Matthew is 40 and, like his son, has exceptional magical ability, though this is typical in his line of work. Strangers would see him as being cold and jumpy - he is distant and doesn't make friends easily. He has a lot of trauma that he won't acknowledge. I think he'd see himself as someone with no airs and graces, though he can't fully escape the way he was raised and does sometimes lament his wasted potential. He carries a great deal of fear and shame, knowing that the truth of who he is could harm those he loves. He also feels the guilt of knowing that he doesn't want revenge for what was stolen. He just wants an ordinary life, and he feels this is a betrayal of everyone he lost
Oliver is 42 and is the Ardveldian equivalent of a chartered accountant. He is incredibly professional and gives off an impression of educated confidence, though he might be described as a bit up-tight. Strangers would assume he was raised in some level of wealth, and they wouldn't be wrong, though exactly who he is would shock them. His outward calm is very different to how he sees himself. Imposter syndrome is a huge problem for Oliver, and that up-tightness is actually a highly strung fear of failure. He was thrust into responsibility too young and can never let himself switch off in case disaster strikes and it's his fault for not being prepared. People have never liked him much and he's used to it, saying he doesn't pay it much mind while truthfully he's just learned to suppress the hurt. He's autistic, but doesn't know.
Tamara is 34 and she is autistic. She knows it and most people she meets soon work it out. She is a strong masker, but strangers seem to notice something is different immediately and so are wary and distant towards her, no matter how kind and politely she acts. They may assume she is arrogant due to her own social difficulties along with her qualifications, magical ability and her government job. Tamara herself feels that she is more than capable in terms of knowledge, though years of difficult social interactions have made her lose confidence in her own ability to make the correct calls. Even so, she still takes action when required and is determined to do a good job. She treats people fairly and is not misled by loyalties to organisations or country; if an order goes against what she feels is morally right, she will always follow her heart.
Roy is 31 and I think most strangers would see him as a bit rough round the edges and not the brightest bulb in the box. He works as a delivery driver, and while he has magic (like most people in Ardveld) it's not that strong. He is social and well liked among his peers, though surprisingly he wouldn't say that he has many close bonds; in fact a lot of his charm is a bit of an act. I think Roy would see himself quite unfavourably, thinking he's not very bright and a more than a little lazy, but actually he's ADHD and has struggles that he doesn't realise. He has more ability than he can see, and is one of the kindest members of the crew even if he'd deny it.
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kissfae · 7 months
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here to say haii :3 hayy ^_^ hii. got busy again but i have so much news ohmgee. also hello k, it's so good to see you again, please recover safely :( i hope everything goes well with your physical therapy!!
okay news #1, quitting my job!! no more fast food industry for me!! i hated it there sm.
news #2, got covid :( drinking tea right now but luckily i'm not feeling too bad. get to miss school so i'm happy (i will have so much work to go back to)
final news, beautiful man with beautiful eyelashes may like me back a little (we used to be coworkers!!!) so im like yayy hooray yippie!!! i wnana bite him
-m,,
stop i felt so dumb for not realizing PT stood for physical therapy. like oh my god,, not the brightest bulb in the box, that’s for sure.
you are honestly a trooper for staying in food service as long as you did. like, stronger than the marines i think. you honestly deserve an award, because i could never.
ALSO I AM SO SORRY?? i am trying my best to not get sick with this new wave, i scheduled a booster shot for sometime next week.. not looking forward to it, hate hate hate needles. but seriously m, i hope you have a speedy recovery, i’m sending you so many hugs n kisses. let me know when things get better !!
manifesting that he likes you back actually. patiently awaiting the day someone has a mutual crush on me for reals, getting sick of this tee bee aych. but honestly, you should def smother him in bites:3
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Okay you know what screw this
I may not be able to draw but I wanna talk about my PMD2 characters dangit
Daisho
(Partner)
Age: 15
Daisho is a shiny Oshawott, an energetic and optimistic little dork with a very vivid and active imagination. She longs to become an explorer, born from a desire to know the secrets hiding in the many corners of the world, both in and out of dungeons. She has a notebook in her bag full of half scribbled theories on any mysteries that interest her. (She stays up FAR too late doing this please go to bed)
She's extremely excitable, often rushing into things without thinking first, including rather scary situations she would much rather not be in. This reckless behavior led to her losing her scalchop at a young age. She's a big sweetie, but not exaCTLY the brightest bulb in the box if you catch my drift.
She's very friendly, almost overwhelmingly so, being extremely eager to get to know new people. Unfortunately her attitude has often left her rather lonesome, as many other kids around her considered her annoying or simply 'too much'. This pattern did change however, when she met the Hero.
Perdita
(Hero)
Age: 17
Perdita is an odd little Cyndaquil that Daisho found floating in the ocean one evening, she has purplish fur, spews wispy violet flames, and has absolutely zero memory of how she ended up in the ocean. All she remembers is her name, and the fact that she was once a human. She ends up agreeing to join the guild in the hopes that they might have some knowledge as to who she is.
She's very quiet, and does not tend to be particularly expressive around new people. This seemingly cold nature can make her a little intimidating for some folks in the Guild to talk to, as she's not nearly as jovial as most others. She IS however, wickedly intelligent, with a vast amount of knowledge on Pokémon and their biology that seemingly has no source, but she is always willing to share if asked.
Sometimes to her own detriment, Perdita can be quite stubborn at times. She doesn't tend to budge easily when she's made up her mind about something, and doesn't always take being told she's wrong too well.
She also, unfortunately, has terrible eyesight, (she feels she may have had glasses at some point but she's not sure) and heavily relies on Daisho to guide her through dungeons. She isn't sure exactly why, but Daisho gives her a sort of familiar feeling comfort. Perdi enjoys listening to her ramble about her theories on dungeons, mythology, or even who she herself was before her amnesia. She's just praying at some point that things will start to make sense and she can find some solid answers.
(One thing she does know, is the odd, panicky way her gut twists and her heart gets lodged in her throat whenever she hears of a Time Gear being stolen)
Okay enough that's rambling inflicted on y'all
I think about and love these characters way too much and I just need to talk about them before I explode lmfao
thank you for reading if you got this far!! It means more than you know. Much loves!! 💞
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yonce6496 · 2 years
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I didn’t even realize how many sub genres of horror there were!! I really loved your posts about the Hacketteers with their ‘most likely to survive’ genre!!! Have you considered the genre they are least likely to survive? Or overall which genre is the most survivable for the Hacketteers / who is most likely to survive when comparing ALL the previously mentioned genres?
( sorry this is a lot, I just absolutely love the idea!!!)
Hi! Thank you for the ask I'm really glad you enjoyed the posts 😁😁 I'm a huge fan of all kinds of horror genre's so the idea just came to me and I had to run with it. But I didn't consider what genre they'd be the worst at surviving so that's what I decided to answer.
Abi- Zombie Horror: Poor Abi, she’s way too trusting to last too long on her own. Surviving a zombie apocalypse requires action and Abi is more on the passive side, and the constant threat of Zombie attacks, Abi wouldn’t be able to take it, and then the possibility of having to kill somebody she cares about.
Emma- Slasher Horror: For all the reasons Abi would’ve been the best to survive a slasher movie Emma would be killed pretty early. Emma’s flirty, fun loving and not scared of going off on her own or with someone to make out in the woods. I think Emma would be a great opening kill in a slasher, (drew barrymore in scream) but otherwise once Emma knows there’s a killer on the loose, I think she’d be pretty capable.
Dylan- Home invasion: Dylan may be book smart but in a situation like The Strangers Dylan is sinking into full on panic. He’s not a fighter and even if there’s a gun in the house, he’s more likely to hurt himself or someone he’s with rather than the killers. Finding out there’s a killer in the house with him?! Calm was never an option.
Jacob- Trap/Game Horror: Jacob is the perfect combination of too sweet and too dumb to make it out of a trap horror scenario alive. He’s the type to get tricked by the game he’s given or by one of the other players, and on top of that he’s not the most observant person so he’d probably miss something important. Either that or he’d put himself in danger to help out someone he loved.
Laura- Supernatural Horror: I feel like the main reason Laura wouldn’t do to well in a supernatural horror movie is she’s too headstrong. Laura is the type to throw herself at a problem head-on and not back down, but when we’re dealing with a ghost or demon that’s not the smartest plan. She’d get easily frustrated with wanting to do something but not being able to physically fight the problem.
Max- Monster Horror: On top of not being the brightest bulb in the box I feel like Max is also pretty uncoordinated. Max only has two interactions with werewolves and he gets immediately pounced on both times. He’s basically a walking chew toy for these things.
With all that being said, that leaves Nick, Ryan and Kaitlyn as the odd ones out. I really don’t think that there any genre’s that they’d be particularly bad at. I think Nick is pretty well rounded and capable had he not gotten the short end of the stick in game he would’ve been a big help. Same with Kaitlyn, although unlike Nick she got plenty of time to shine shes also very capable in a lot of ways so she’s another on that has no real weakness to me. Ryan’s only weakness in the quarry is his blind loyalty towards the Hackett’s but he’s another one where I really don’t see a genre he’d be underprepared for, unless the hackett’s are also there too lol.
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filysias-art · 1 year
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Reading Response #3
Sean Cubitt’s reading starts by going over an old Buddist myth and how it contrasts with Pliny’s tale. The reading continues and talks about how the author likes to start off their lectures in a dark room with nothing but a flashlight to help them tell their story. Connected to how humans used to tell stories through dance, light, and shadow. All of those have one thing in common, and that is projection. Even in more modern times, projection is seen all around. Projection is even in space, since there is a lot of light in space. Then there are also radio transmissions, live  broadcasts, and projectors. While projection seems like something so simple, it can be the base of many things, including many different forms of art. At least that is what I got from the reading.
Lea Collet’s reading goes over the start of using video to create art. This was a bit harder of a read. At the beginning she states how in the 1960’s people were able to start carrying cameras and it began to alter videos and art. Presumably because it became more accessible. She even states a bit later on how using cameras for art was more accessible and wasn't as elitist as other forms of art.  She talks about the different ways that people use film to convey many different meanings. She also talks about how older films may influence pop culture later down the line, often through the modernization of methods as time passes on.
Looking for Video Art
Finding video art or time-based art was a bit difficult. I'm not the brightest bulb in the box so I am second guessing whether or not short films count as video art, but google says so. So here are some short films that I enjoy and found through a quick search. Fair warning though, the very last one deals with sexual abuse and trauma, so please do not watch it if you think you might react negatively.
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animeinsiderhub · 11 months
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Mashle - Muscles & Magic
Mashle, oh Mashle! An amine with a humor style so straightforward that it could make a rock laugh, but somehow it manages to keep you giggling throughout the entire series! Our protagonist, Mash, is not the brightest bulb in the box, but he's got muscles to make up for it. He'll punch his way through any challenge that comes his way, much to the astonishment of his onlookers. The humor may be formulaic, but the artist's silly and simplistic style adds a refreshing twist to the same old punchline. Mash's complete lack of tact and blasé attitude are consistently hilarious, and even though he's a bit of a psycho, you can't help but love him.
One drawback to the story is that the plot is a bit on the weaker side, and Mash doesn't seem to have any real drive or motivation to achieve his goals as of yet. This lack of direction could potentially become a problem down the line, but for now, the story's focus on comedy manages to hold the viewers attention combined with great music, get's those emotions involved. The irresponsible principal of the magic school (think Dumbledore on crack) adds to the hilarity, as he recruits Mash into his quest to reform society and is willing to let Mash get away with just about anything if it furthers his goals.
All in all, Mashle is a fun watch that I would recommend to Harry Potter fans as well as fans for One Punch Man . If you are doubting that the humor may start to get old if the story doesn't pick up, the first season is entertaining enough to keep you watching and wanting more. So go ahead, give it a shot and prepare to laugh your muscles sore!
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